You're Beautiful To Me

When we get home late in the afternoon Anna has just woken up from her nap so I lay on the living room floor with her and play, letting her hit at the toys dangling above her head while she shrieks and gurgles and kicks her little legs out. Every time she gurgles I talk back to her, carrying on ridiculous conversations with her and Frank comes in with his guitar, sitting on the couch and starting to fiddle around with it. Anna's head rolls around trying to locate the source of the new sound and I pick her up, shuffling us around so she can see Frank and his guitar and she shrieks and waves her arms around in excitement. Frank smiles over at us before turning back to what he's doing and I slide across so we're sitting right infront of him. Anna continues to stare wide eyed at his colourful tattooed fingers working on the guitar and she hesitantly brings her hands together in a clap and Frank stops to praise her on the action, causing a little smile to break out on her face. He slides down on the floor with us and I sit Anna up in my lap more and he gently guides her hand to his guitar, letting her bat at it and run her fingers over the strings. "This is a guitar baby" he tells her and she gurgles as she hits at it again.

Frank keeps playing for a while and Anna goes from excited and wide eyed to cranky and starting to cry so I stand up and take her into her room, changing her diaper before going into the kitchen and getting her a bottle. Once she's eaten Frank puts his guitar away and helps me get her a warm bath, standing in her room with me while I undress her and gently wash her in the tub, the warm soapy water calming her down and by the time she's washed her little eyes are drooping closed. I pull her out and she starts to whimper so I quickly wrap her in a towel and dry her, working quickly to get her dressed again and by the time I pull her little socks on her eyes are closed and her breathing is even. I gently scoop her up into my arms and carry her to our bedroom, laying her in her bassinet and tucking her in, making sure she'll be warm enough and setting up the monitor before sticking the other one in my pocket and joining Frank in the kitchen where he's cooking something that smells delicious. "That smells amazing baby" I tell him and he turns and smiles at me. "Spaghetti's alright?" He asks and I nod and smile back at him as I cross the room and wrap my arms around his waist, resting my chin on his shoulder as I watch what he's doing. Once he's stirred everything in he turns around in my arms and presses a kiss to my lips and I can taste the tomatoes and garlic on his lips from where he tasted as he went and I pull back and groan out "You taste really good." He smiles and slides his hands down to grip at my hips and he says "Baby I am so so proud of you" and I frown and say "What for?" "I know it's really hard for you but I'm so proud with how you've been eating recently." "Oh" I say and he quickly says "Oh baby I didn't mean to upset you or anything I'm just so happy you're doing better and..." "I don't wanna die Frankie" I blurt out and his face crumples in concern. "What do you...." "In the hospital, the doctor wanted to shock me I guess and he took me to the morgue and I met this family who's daughter had just died and she was anorexic and I saw her and I saw how fucking broken her mother was and we talked and I just.....I don't want to end up where she was and I don't want to do that to you and Anna and Mikey." "The doctor did what to you? Gee that's fucking terrible, you could sue him for that...." "No Frankie I think it's what I needed, honestly I think they saved my life." "Oh baby" he croons out as he pulls me into his arms and I go willingly, clinging to him and burying my face in his neck. "Are you alright baby? Do you need to talk about it?" "No I'm ok." When we pull apart again I lean in and kiss Frank and he seems less upset as he turns back around to stir his sauce and he tells me to sit down cause it's ready. Once he sits a plate of food infront of me he grabs his own and sits beside me and we start to eat, making small talk about my shoot the next day and the bar and I manage to eat about half of what's on my plate before I push it away and Frank says "Full baby?" "Yeah" I tell him, rubbing at my stomach. "I'm gonna take a shower" I tell him as I stand up and leave the room, leaving the monitor on the table for him.

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